Patagonia, Followed a Red Stag and His "roar" from a bamboo bottom up the mountain side into open hardwoods for a couple hours. Came to a small knoll and the guide started crawling on all fours, so I did the same,glanced over the top and there He was, bedded down with the "Hind" feeding around, about 100 yds. out. Waited for Him to stand up, then I sent a 180 gr. partition thru His ribs. SCI # 23. The next day, the Guide told Me that it wasn't the same Stag that We were following. Don't know how He knew that, but it was too late to put Him back.
